A friend and I got on an Elvis-is-not-dead kick in the mid-’80s.
My dad jumped on board and offered the theory that Elvis’ twin brother Aron hadn’t really died in childhood. Instead, he was hidden by the family in the old Southern tradition because there was “something a little wrong with Aron.” When E did the crazy stuff, it was actually when A got away from his handlers and acted out. It was actually A that died and E, who was tired of the fame, etc., took advantage of the opportunity to slip off into oblivion. And, was living happily in MN working at a Burger King.
My cousin’s husband had just finished a pathology residency at UT-Memphis where the autopsy was done and it just made him crazy to hear that conversation.
“Elvis is dead! Dead! Dead!”
That man never did have a sense of humor.
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